In the far land of Asxairo, off the distant ruins of the Rovien Sea lives a damnation to the kingdoms. She is something beyond the great bounds of the ancestors and the Gods. She is an unstoppable force and she has a mission to complete.
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"Try to focus your powers on one vital piece of thought. Something you couldn't forget about even if you tried."
The instructing sound of Rheynoak's voice sung through the room, the pace of his boots whispering against the cold, scratched floors as he walked around in his ever teasing pace. The thick material of his cloak kissed the floors gently, whispering past her arm as he walked on.
The BloodBone's mind was turning, spinning as she tried and pried the lock off her heavy secrets to dig into the deepest, darkest parts of herself that even she was too afraid to meet. Yet nothing but a black hole of emptiness sat in the middle of her chest, aching for something she knew she was missing.
She opened her eyes once to see the wooden bowl filled to the brim with mortal blood sitting still on a short, crafted pillar had not moved one bit. The scarlet liquid swayed still, ripples tickling the surface of the blood. A deep hunger settled within the Witch's stomach, seeing her snack look at her before her eyes.
"Curses" she hissed at herself, inspecting everyone else in the room. Creatures ranging from hybrids to Dark Magic Summoners had their eyes closed, little sparkles of magic surrounding the objects they were instructed to move. Even Irisel, the girl that had accompanied Venix at lunch had managed to move a few drops of water in front of her, being an Elementalist herself.
"Concentrate your powers to one area of your mind and attempt to control the source of your powers in front of you." The voice of the tribe leader shrilled into Venix's ears once again, the edge of her sharpened iron nails digging deep into her thick dress.
Breathing in deeply, she closed her eyes once again. A silence filled her mind, wandering, searching for that missing piece she desperately needed for that aching pain to stop but nothing materialized to fix it, leaving an open wound to throb for god knows how long. The magic within her body was slipping through her veins, a powerful source that would live with her for the rest of her immortal life. Yet there was not one thing she could beam her focus on, her mind a kaleidoscope of secrets, stars, and darkness
Her senses were dormant, her mind peaceful as she slowly gave up the hope of ever truly controlling her powers. Letting her eyes fall into a deep slumber, it was only the sensation of her red cloak, held together by a golden barrette shaped like an eye in the middle, tightening around her neck that snapped her out of the dark abyss that was her mind, her wild amethyst eyes flying open.
Cold hands were braced around her neck, a powerful force pulling her cloak back to choke the air out of her throat as she so desperately tried to keep the air from escaping. A laugh roared in her ear, a despicable voice whispering, "Just another day of Venix being useless. What a great example."
Mocking laughter rang throughout the room even as Venix sunk her nails into the person's fingers and managed to pry off their deadly grip, a snarl emanating from her lips. Her eyes concentrated on the bowl of blood in front of her, a frown pulling on her lips. Looking up, she saw the stalking tall figure of Rheynoak brushing past her, keeping his head low from laughter.
